"I am not old!" Alastor protested, although he did feel like life was going to get very boring in the not too distant future.
Snorting softly at her assessment, he wondered if that would change, as well, if her advances would no longer be turned down once he was no longer in the Division. He sat beside her on the blanket, his only concession to being outdoors the fact he rolled up his sleeves.
Raising an eyebrow at the giggling, which honestly was just a grating sound, even from her, Alastor smirked briefly. Then, reaching out to gently cup the back of her head with his hand, he leaned in and kissed her.
Someone ought to have a bit of perfection, after all. And it wasn't going to be him.